((Wont take as long next time, just got real busy at work lately, but now I'm kinda used to it so I'll try and post more regularly again... Expect a post within a day from you posting next..))

Bear smiled as Noel handed him the knife willingly, he hadnt expected her to let it go so easily, considering everything he's shown. However, everything he's shown is probably the reason she gave it to him so willingly. "Thanks Noel..." After getting the knife, Bear proceeded in prodding at the rubberman, but to his surprise, Noel stopped him and told him of their mission. The gears in his head turned a bit as he worked this over, before shrugging it off and watching Noel get to work. As he was asked, he lifted his foot from the rubberman but only to grab him and flip him on his stomach.

After doing so, Bear pressed the middle of his foot over the wrist of rubberman but not so hard as to injure him. He only wanted to keep him pinned down to the best of his ability. He watched Noel pull up the mans shirt and place the cylinder in the middle of the mans back, just off the spine, close to his shoulder blade. She pressed a button, a weird clicking sound was made and Bear almost understood what was going on.

"So... Now we release him?" Bear paused a moment releasing the arm of rubberman and stepping back a bit but not too far. He then turned his back to Noel for a moment and slid the knife across the flesh of his arm to keep himself going for a bit longer, increasing the number of stripes on one arm from 8 to 9. He didnt cut deep enough to do any major damage but deep enough still to cause a bit of damage.

After doing this, Bear pulled his sleeve down and turned back to Noel after cleaning off the knife on his pant leg. To his surprise the rubberman was nowhere to be seen. "Sorry... I had to take care of something... What do we do now? Oh and... I'm really sorry about that, I thought maybe you were some kind of Cop for Mutants or something... Wait a minute... Who are you anyways? You're not a cop, otherwise you would have gone along with what I was doing... And you dont hate mutants, otherwise you wouldnt have let me help you..." Bear really couldnt wrap his mind around this situation, he didnt even understand what he just did. He helped her catch a dangerous mutant then willingly let said mutant go.

"I'm confused now... But, I guess that doesnt matter so much... I had fun... Now I think I'm going to need some first aid soon... I've got a few broken ribs, busted lip and probably a dislocated or broken wrist or hand or whatever... But dont worry, I dont feel it yet..." Bear laughed a bit. "Oh and a cut." A smile crept across his face before he let out another stiffled laugh.

"Before you ask, no I'm not a masochist... I just had a lot of fun... Taking a beating for something more than just having someone randomly pick a fight with you is kinda fun..." Bear smiled, hoping not to weird her out. Man... She is smoking hot.... Gah keep that in your thoughts, dont say that out loud... But wow...

((OOC: NP! Just glad you've eked out a little time for me Just don't forget to keep everything in the past tense and third person perspective when you do post. *will make a respectable grammartician out of you yet!*))

Nick did the heavy lifting and in record time they had the guy tagged and Noel was smoothing their victim's shirt back down.

> "So... Now we release him?"[/i]

"Yep." Right on cue he let the guy's arm go and as if they had planned it he turned away while Noel had her way with rubberman's memory. She never did like it when she had onlookers. Her eyes vibrated back and forth, almost like super speed hypnotism. A simple time frame erasure would work. That would cover their faces and names and what they had done to him just fine.

When Noel's focus came back to earth, she was staring off the side of a rooftop. She had one shoe on despite the cold and there was a man talking to her. Her nose felt vaguely abused.

> "Wait a minute... Who are you anyways? You're not a cop, otherwise you would have gone along with what I was doing... And you dont hate mutants, otherwise you wouldnt have let me help you..."[/i]

Oh. Fantastic. She had just wiped a guy after they had fought? She opened her mouth but... he just. kept. talking.

When he finally finished talking, she was just staring at him with a clear expression on her face. 'What the HECK are you talking about?' Well, she had to start somewhere.

"Noel Gage, federal marshall. You... helped?" People did not help in New York. Maybe he was a tourist? Her eyes looked him over and catalogued all the injuries he had listed and laughed about. She locked on to a red blotch on his sleeve. He was a bleeding tourist.

"Come on. Let's get you some medical attention." And for that they would need a cab. She had to stuff a used subdermal injector in her pocket. She'd apparently tagged him too. Well. She had obviously won this fight. That made her feel a little better. "I've got to check in with my handler, we can get you fixed up there."

She dialed a cab and peeked over the edge of the building to check for their cross streets. Then she went for the service door that lead from the roof to the interior of the building. Fire escapes were for emergencies. They were in no immediate danger. So they would take the normal means of escape despite their ragged demeanor.

"Noel Gage, federal marshall. You... helped?" Bear looked at her confused, of course he helped, she rode him like a horse while he chased after the mutant they just released. Maybe this was a sick joke of hers to act like he didn't do anything to help catch said rubberman.

"Yeah... Noel, I helped... Remember me? Nick... Y'know, the guy who's back you were riding on as we chased down this..." Bear paused a minute and realized the rubberman was gone. "Gah... This rubberman we were chasing... You tagged him with some kind of subdural... Right?" Bear's mind began turning slowly, he had to try and figure out if he had imagined everything that just happened. No way, there's no way he imagined what happened. The broken bones and blood were a sure fact of something big going down.

"Alright... So let me get this straight... You're Noel Gage... A federal marshall... And I helped you track down a dangerous mutant and tag him or something... Then we let him go... Right?" Bear followed her closely as she opened up the roof access door. "Gah... Oh well, I guess first things first, I need some medical attention.. The adrenaline is going to wear off soon and I wont be any good to either of us after that... Just hope rubberman doesnt come after us... Where did he go anyways?"

The two made their way, slowly but surely, through the building, down too many flights of stairs for Bear's adrenaline blurred mind to figure out at the moment. He knew that the fall was pretty bad when he caught Noel, but he didnt really know how bad, at the time, he didnt think to count the windows as he was falling to find out how far they fell. "So... How long until we find your handler? I dont know how much longer I'm going to last without getting hurt again to keep going..." Just saying those words made Nick cringe a bit but he knew they were true and he knew he couldnt change any of it.

"So... You're a mutant or a normal? I dont remember you ever telling me that..." Time had begun to slow down a bit and each step seemed like it was taking hours, the adrenaline was beginning to wear off much quicker than Bear had thought it would. He had to act fast or he was going to tumble down the stairs, though that didnt seem like such a bad idea except that he might hurt Noel at the same time.

After a few moments, Bear fell back from Noel a bit and pulled his knife from its sheath in his pocket. He then pulled up the sleeve on his other arm to make a new slice on that one. In his mind, he had to keep the wounds even on his arms, it almost got to the point for him where he would have to hold his arms side by side to make sure he made symmetrical cuts. With the knife in his right hand, his awkward hand, Bear slowly dragged it across his forearm, making a nice deep gash. The wound didnt bleed at first but his vision quickly cleared up and he was able to keep going again. Pulling the sleeve of his jacket back down, Bear cleaned off the knife on his pant leg.

((Feel free to have Noel freak and attack him or something when she sees him cleaning the knife on his pant leg..))

She what? Noel made skeptical eyebrows at Nick, but she did hear him out. Nothing he had said tasted sour or wrong in any way. Had she really ridden him into battle? Whatever his motive, be he assigned to her or just a stupid bystander who liked danger, he had helped. She was practically unscathed and he seemed to sprout new wounds every time she looked at him. That meant he was now her responsibility.

"This is why civvies don't get involved." She sighed and did her duty to him in every way she could think. Things like holding doors for him and walking in front of him on the stairs so that if he fell, at least he would someone to fall on.

She was starting to get her facts straight at least. It was actually helpful to have someone on hand. She could lie to herself through the various ways that she left notes for herself after a wipe, but he couldn't lie to her. Not without her knowing.

Her own internal dialogue helped her ignore his question about her being a mutant. Noel didn't like answering that one because she felt pretty dang normal for what she was.

Maybe it was time to recommend a non-adapted partner. Since her adapted one had done her a fat lot of good anyway and she never could tell if those rascals were lying their noses off or not.

Speaking of Adapteds… She as she asked, she turned. "If your mutation were to suddenly stop working…" But he had a knife. A bloody knife. Her gun was in her hand like magic, so fast she hadn't even remembered drawing it.

"Drop the knife." She didn't sound surprised. She didn't sound anything besides mildly annoyed. Nothing got the blood pumping like a good old fashioned draw down.

Bears eyes went wide at the sight of the gun being drawn on him, he couldnt understand why she was being so defensive, just earlier he had pulled it out and gave her permission to stab him. His mind raced, not really knowing what to do, in his stupor, a decision was made and the knife dropped from his hand and thudded on the carpeted stairs.

"First you hold doors open for me, which is kinda weird, but now you're pulling a gun on me... I dont understand you Noel... You held that very knife in your hand a few minutes ago, I told you what my ability was and what you needed to do if something bad happened." Bear paused a moment, trying to figure out what was going on.

"As to your question, if my ability were to suddenly stop working right this minute, I'd collapse in pain just like I would when my adrenaline wore off... Which is now spiking by the way, thanks..." Bear smiled sincerely as his heart pounded from having a gun pointed at him.

"But normally, if nothing is going on and my ability suddenly shuts off, nothing would happen... It's hard to explain... Can I uh... Get my knife back, I was just about to put it away..." Bear slowly knelt down on the stairs and reached his hand for the knife, not getting to close but waiting for Noel to tell him it was ok.

"Listen Noel... I'm not here to hurt you in any way... I actually liked helping you, now think about it, how can I continue to help you if I kill you. That doesnt work out too well in my mind.. Anyways, my ability is simple, I get hurt and I get stronger and faster. Physical damage done to my body makes me better I guess... But the problem is, I dont feel any pain when I'm fighting and my adrenaline is pumping and as soon as my adrenaline stops pumping, the pain rushes back all at once as if everything that happened to me in a fight happened all at the same time."

"It sucks but it's also a good thing.. It allows me to keep going until the very end of the fight..." Bear couldnt help himself and instead of grabbing his knife, he plopped down on the stairs and stretched his legs out in front of him. "If you want to see it, put the gun away and sit with me a while..."

((Wow I talked a lot this time... But Bear talks a lot when he gets nervous... Not in his personality profile but he's a lot like me and I do the same thing ))

Why was he so dang placating? And full of so much truth?

"Sorry. I've had lost of bad experiences and I have a bad memory." A bad memory was probably the understatement of the year, but it was better than coming right out and saying what she did. If the higher ups said that she could keep him, then she would tell him. She didn't need him looking at her apprehensively yet.

With a huff and puff Noel clicked the safety on and re-holstered her piece all in a single smooth movement. She didn't even draw it again when he went for his knife. She gave herself a few brownie points. For good behavior. His mutation was pretty straight forward unless he was lying by omission.

"I don't wanna see anything but you, bandaged up." She threw her hands up when he sat. "Ugh. You're going to bleed all over these stairs that aren't yours. If you want to bleed out, you're allowed to do that on your own carpet. Come on, get up." She offered him a hand. Noel didn't think she could carry him the rest of the way. But if she had to, she would try.

"I ask about your mutation because if you're coming with me to check in, your powers are going to stop working."

Bear couldnt help but laugh when she mentioned him bleeding on these stairs that werent his. She was telling the truth in that aspect, these stairs werent his and he was bleeding on them a bit. A homeowner or, in this case, apartment landlord sure wouldnt like to clean up blood just like he wouldnt. With those thoughts, Bear accepted the offer of a hand up and pulled himself to his feet. He took a few steps down the stairs towards Noel before turning back to grab his knife. "Well, as I said, if my powers stop, I'll be in a lot of pain... Now, lets head down and catch that cab, dont want 'em waiting too long."

Bear smiled gently, following behind Noel as the two headed to the ground level of the building, Bear nodded to the doorman politely who returned with a nod of his own then a puzzled look. A one shoed beautiful young woman and a tall beat up long haired guy with blood stains on either arm walking through a lobby together was something anyone would be puzzled by. "So... Why are my powers going to suddenly stop working? There's obviously a lot I dont know about what's going on..." Bear stepped out to the curb, making sure to be close enough to the street to keep Noel out of harms way.

The whole way down the stairs, thoughts were racing through his mind of what would happen if someone came out of nowhere and attacked the two. He couldnt help but to stay behind her because he knew if someone came out in front, he'd be fast enough to stop them and if they came from behind, he'd take the first hit allowing her safety. In his mind, Bear was always a protector but sometimes he only cared about protecting women, not to the degree of not letting them do anything but to the degree of setting himself up strategically whilst walking with someone.

"I bet the cab driver would freak if I pulled my knife out in the cab... Wouldnt he? Would you? I mean if you saw me do what I do to keep going..." Bear held his arms up a bit and nodded towards the blood stains on his jacket.

((I dont really know where to go with this at the moment... Sorry ))

"Your powers would stop because they can do that, you know? They can make us stop. Your adrenaline would run out eventually, anyway, so why not do it where you know you'll get taken care of?" She held out her hand to a black and yellow and it whizzed right by.

"Yeah I'd leave your knife put up if you can. If I were a cabby, I might just up and shoot you for pulling a blade on me." But then again she wasn't a cabby and he had already talked her out of that once today. They really didn't have time for the taxi waiting game.

Noel stepped out into the street and stuck her fingers in her mouth issuing forth a whistle so loud that it echoed off neighboring buildings. A baby's cry answered back from an open window that quickly slammed shut. A taxi skidded to a halt some inches from the agent's shins.

She raised her eyebrow at the driver and waved Bear over. She got the door, told the cabby where to go and then they were off. Just a couple whirling, swirling blocks. and Noel was getting the door again for Nick. A wad of cash for the taxi, a receipt for HQ and then she was leading him to a regular old office building plated in reflective windows. It could have been anything. Dentists, sound studios or day care... but instead it housed a check point for RUPERTs. Having their headquarters on a conspicuous island wasn't always conducive for pit stops.

At the door, Noel felt the twinge of recent memory loss coming back to her. Oh. Fantastic. They had an Adapted at the door that would cut off an intruder's mutant powers. She had brought Nick to a house of pain.

But... it would have hurt eventually anyway... She felt obligated to tell herself that.

"I've just tagged a target. This guy helped me and got hurt along the way. It's our responsibility to patch him up and also I'd like to recommend him for adjunct training if not full consideration." It all came out in one breath to the secretary who was already pushing buttons on her phone when she saw the state Nick was in. Noel's memory was seeping back from her wipe. Being in a Adapted's range so soon after a wipe allowed that sometimes.

A couple medics rushed in and Noel tried to insist she go with them. She had to make sure they didn't treat him like a prisoner. He wasn't dangerous. Just hurt.

The whistle that escaped the lips of the smaller woman surprised Bear a great deal, his eyes widened a bit with the sound and the reply of the baby and again at the abrupt stop of the cab driver. "Yeah it probably would be a good idea to not pull out the knife...I think I'll be ok until we get wherever we're going... You pulling that gun on me got me a bit amped up.." Bear smiled graciously yet unhappily at Noel for holding the door for him, it was his job to do that for her not the other way around.

Bear climbed into the cab ungracefully and sat back there calming down bit by bit the whole ride to wherever they were headed. He made sure to tell the cabby to speed up a bit whenever he could feel his pulse slowing. The cab driver obliged as much as he could given driving circumstances and Bear was able to keep his cool the entire short ride. Noel once again opened the door and held it open for him and he clambered from the cab just as gracefully as he did getting in. He stammered a bit and caught his balance as Noel paid for the cab, which was a good thing considering funds weren't so abundant at Bears current state.

Bear walked slowly behind Noel and saw her twitch a bit upon entering the totally ordinary building. Bear followed suit and just as he passed through the doors, his powers went away and all of the pain from the previous chase came back to him in a fantastic rush. He dropped to his knees letting out a groan of agony, his ribs felt like they had just been broken. The wounds on his arms caught up with him as the pain from those getting inflicted as well as the pain from them moving all rushed in. His arm was immovable otherwise due to dislocating or fracturing his wrist and his entire body simply ached like no other from the fall.

All of this pain rushed in and inflicted itself upon Bear in a matter of seconds and he went from his knees to his stomach just as quickly. He heard something about Noel asking for medics and recommending him for something but the pain nearly deafened him to where he couldnt make out the rest. A medical team was at the door of the facility quickly and they were picking him up onto a gurney within moments before pushing off. He could make out Noel trying to fight her way to follow them as they took him in for medical aid and he spoke out as much as his lungs allowed him to. "She.... Comes...."

The medics gave in despite Bears inability to do much whatever their decision may be and they let Noel follow them to wherever he was going. They pushed Bear through a pair of swinging doors and into a bright room, but Bear couldnt really make out anything else because just as they were passing into the room he was passing out from the excruciating pain. Time passed and Bear was unconcious, dreaming oddly enough about being injured after a fight. However it wasnt the same amount of pain as before, this time the pain was minor. The dream went on with Bear getting patched up and a little spot on his cheek hurt a bit for some odd reason, he couldnt remember getting hit in the face recently but most people dont remember getting hit at all sometimes.

Time passed and the dream went on with Bear exploring the hospital with a small bandage on his cheek and some gauze wrapped in random places around his body, none of which had anything to do with his current injuries. Suddenly, in the middle of his dream, things started to get really bright, bright enough to where the dream faded and his eyes opened slowly, he was no longer in excruciating pain but his arms were wrapped and one was in a splint. He slowly sat up and found something constricting his already injured abdomen a bit, his free hand went to his waist to find no shirt but a bandage wrapped around his ribs.

The pain from sitting up cuased Bear to wince slightly and feel a weird tug at his cheek, this seemed to be the only thing that matched his dream at all, a bandage in a really random spot on his face. "Noel?" Bear cringed a bit and looked around slowly as he reached up and pulled the bandage from his cheek. The adhesive clung to his skin making the tear away a little uncomfortable, he pulled the bandage down and looked at it curiously, a "Toy Story 3" bandage with Woody and Buzz posing on it.

"—be more than a seeing eye dog for me. I saw him fall off a building, smile and get right back up. Yeah, it's just delaying the inevitable, but it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have nullifying guard dogs every five feet. And really, it wouldn't kill anybody to keep a healer on hand."

> "Noel?"

The brunette turned and frowned a bit lopsidedly because of her scar.

"I'm not asking for a pet, I'm asking for a consistent partner." She watched Nick as she said the words and for a moment, it looked like she might come back into the room. Instead she stepped inside just enough to pull his infirmary door closed so that she could finish her conversation privately.

How many times had they patched her up? Or any of the others? The rule was one and one: one mutant, one adapted. But there weren't enough of them to go around and it was all pretty counterproductive. Anything the mutants did, the adapters could walk in too close and undo it. That was probably the point. To have a guarantee that they could keep all the mutants all in line.

Noel had never thought of it that way. She didn't consider herself a mutant. She was just a girl with a job to do. It was just lucky for her that no one else in the world could do the job she did in the way that she did it. That made her a commodity in the job market.

They had to know she was telling the truth when she spoke. She needed consistency and reliability. Nick just happened to fall into an acceptable range of truthfulness and helpfulness.

She didn't have to argue it out for too much longer before they started seeing it her way.

To celebrate, Noel brought a Diet Coke in for Nick and one for herself, along with some paperwork when she came back in. It was obvious that she hadn't been home yet because she was wearing the same rather crumpled looking clothes and now, instead of just one, she wasn't wearing any shoes at all.

"It's time for you to quit your day job."

She held out first the soda and next the paperwork. It was an application form at least 20 pages thick.

Bear looked around the make-shift infirmary for a bit after Noel closed the door, he could hear a conversation going on on the other side of the door. He shrugged a bit, figuring this was some company thing she was dealing with and left her to what she was doing. Trying to force himself to stand, Bear shifted his legs around the 'hospital bed' and tried to put them on the ground, but his attempt failed as his legs gave out and pain shot through his back. The fall from the roof had to have done a lot more damage than he thought.

Bear, curiously, prodded at his ribs and cringed a bit with each poke, Yep... Broken... He then tried to turn his abdomen and as he did pain coursed through his body. The only thing that seemed to not go well for Bear with his ability was the aftermath, no matter the pain he caused himself he couldnt get the current pain to go away. It almost seemed like his ability needed a cool down period, or rather new injuries.

After attempting to stand again and giving in to his fate of being forced to sit for a while longer, Noel walked in with two Diet Colas and a stack of papers. "It's time for you to quit your day job." Bear looked at her a bit confused as he willingly took the coke and stack of papers.

"Uhm... Ok, I can do that..." Bear looked at the papers a bit and realized she was offering him a job, his eyes lit up as he searched around for a pen. "What brought this job offer about? Dont get me wrong, I'm grateful but wow, that was fast... Not so easy though.." Bear laughed a bit, referencing his bandages. The odd thing about the situation Bear found himself in is anyone else would be in a body cast from the fall he took. But all he got was a few broken ribs.

With a shrug Bear looked up at Noel, who handed him a pen, and smiled politely before focusing in on the paperwork in front of him. As he moved through the papers, he got to a point where a Social Security Number and Residence were required. "Small problem Noel... I uh... I'm not a citizen... And I'm kinda homeless right now... What do I do for those parts?" Bear smiled at her, skipping those parts for the time being and filling the application out to the best of his ability.

((Did I forget to mention he's Canadian?))

Canadian? That explained so much and restored Noel's dubious opinion of New Yorkers. They wouldn't stop to give her the time of day. He had only helped because he was Canadian. All was right with the world.

"Tell me you are here on a work visa." With her eyebrows arched so keenly it wasn't clear whether she wanted to the truth or to hear him repeat back what she had said.

She leaned over to look at the application she had handed him with new eyes. "You can't pull the whole stealing a dead baby's social trick anymore. They've gotten wise and with all the computer stuff these days, records are kept too tight for that kind of stuff."

With a sigh, Noel plopped herself into bedside chair. The agent took a moment to nurse her soda feeding her sweet, delicious addiction as she thought.

"And if you need a place to stay, there's a homeless shelter near—" She stopped herself from saying something and went on. "they take in Mutants. It's kind of hinky, but it's free. And you can't beat free. Not in this town."

She sipped on as thoughts clearly rolled around in her brain. "Do I want to know where you have been living?"

"I've got family in the states, they sponsored me here to get a green card.. So should I put that number on here?" Bear looked back to the application, he really didnt want to let Noel down. "I guess I could put the address for my uncle here but he lives in Maine..." Bear cringed a bit at what he knew Noel was suggesting, The Sanctuary was the place every mutant goes when they have nowhere else to go, every mutant except Bear.

"You must be talking about going to The Sanctuary and to be honest... I'll pass... I'd rather live in a cardboard box on the streets than go there..." Bear thought back to all of the stuff that happened the first time he was in New York. He blamed almost everything that happened to him then on staying at the Sanctuary, despite the fact that he only stayed there a while. Aside from staying there himself, Aris stayed there, and everything that happened to her pushes the idea of staying at The Sanctuary more and more out of his head.

"I've been staying at a hotel lately... And I was planning on staying there until I ran out of money or found a job.. I have enough money on me to rent a place for a month but I didnt want to risk not having any money at all. With no job to boot." Bear kept looking over the application and filling out as much as he could while Noel was waiting for him.

"What does this job entail? And why am I about to sign a waiver?" Bear looked at the paper confused, reading it over made him wonder how much danger he was getting himself into. "Meh... Oh well.." Bear signed the sheet willingly after giving it a once over.

"So.. What happens after I fill this out?"

"Oh well a green card." She waved him off. She had gotten a bit worried for no reason then. "You'll have to prove that you are the only person capable of the position I want you to fill, but I'm sure we can swing something with my disability." That was the argument she had taken with her boss' boss and it had worked enough to get an application together. She couldn't imagine that it wouldn't work for the actual position. They needed her and she needed someone that she could trust.

She nodded to confirm his guess about the Sanctuary. Yep. That had been what she had been suggesting and it sort of made her feel better and better about him that he had standards enough to not want to stay there. "Staying in a hotel is not economical for any amount of time, but it's better than a cardboard box. What about your relatives...? Can't you uh- stay with them?" It was kind of weird. They would have to go through all of this once they were partners but as of now they were literal strangers. All she knew was that he was good for the job. The rest would have to fall into place later.

"This job..." Well she was a little surprised that he was still filling out the application. He must have really needed a job. "We work to keep track of dangerous or potentially dangerous mutants. It's strictly in an observational basis unless there's a really wicked one out there that's just blowing people up or something and then we'd take an adapted along for capture. You and me, though, we're maybe 50-50 tagging and cleanup." Wow. They really were doing this all backwards.

"Look, I know a healer in town he's shabby at best, leaves scars, but maybe you should just take the application with you and I can explain this all properly."

"With your disability?" Bear raised an eyebrow at this statement but shrugged it off waiting for her to explain herself a bit later. He was glad he had family living in the states, his mothers, brothers, brother-in-law was close enough to being a relative to get him in the United States legally. But moving to Maine just didnt sound like such a good idea, first off, his uncle and aunt dont know anything about his ability and second, he liked the idea of being in New York.

"A healer eh? Lets head on out then...:" Bear grabbed his application as Noel had suggested and took a deep breath before forcing himself to stand up with a pain-filled groan. His legs didnt want to work properly but his mind seemed a bit more stubborn than his legs as he forced one foot to move in front of the other. "Alright... Lets go... I dont mind scars, I wear them as badges of honor of sorts..."

Bear set his soda down on the table next to his bed and grabbed his shirt from the foot of the bed and slowly pulled it over his head and down. He then grabbed his jacket and struggled with putting it on before getting both arms in the sleeves and getting it up on his shoulders. Probably with a little help from Noel, he wasnt really sure because the pain shooting through his body was clouding his mind.

"How bout this..." Bear slowly started walking out of the make-shift medical area. "If I get this job, I'll use my first check to get an apartment in town. Until then, I'll stay in a hotel.. Uncle Ron doesnt really need to know about my ability.. And knowing my luck, he'll find out eventually if I'm living there." Bear forced a weak smile as the two walked out of the building as quickly as possible, which for Bear was a snails pace.

"So.. Do we wait till we get to this healer to talk about the job? Or do we talk now? Also, where is this guy?" Bear glanced at the street and the fleets of cabs going by at varying speeds. He cringed at the thought of getting himself to sit down in a cab but also dreaded the thought of having to walk an ungodly distance to this 'shabby healer'.